When Mingyu arrived at the battlefield, it was already dusk, and before he got close to the core of the battlefield, he had already encountered a battle. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

With Mt. Takao as the center, there are battlefields within a radius of dozens of miles, and Mt. Takao is naturally the central battlefield, but there are not a few ninjas who have survived past battles and are hiding in the invasion area. Konoha has just regained the lost territory, and is attacking Mt. Takao with all his might, and before he has time to clear the encroached land, these ninjas have not formed a large-scale army, and they are not giving up, and they have been carrying out sneak attacks in various places, so sporadic battles have been staged in this land.

The closer you get to Mt. Takao, the more frequent and larger these battles become.

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Between the hills, explosions erupted and reverberated through the valleys.

The smoke billowed out, like a black tentacle touching the sky, and the blue sky of dusk added a bit of gloomy and gloomy meaning.

The hills of the wilderness were pitted and pitted, and the corpses of green or gray combat uniforms lay down. Konoha and Mist Hidden each have a trench, and a fierce battle is raging.

Obviously, the remnants of the fog in this battlefield have a large number of people, the resistance is very tenacious, and the sneak attack is quite cunning, and the Konoha side has no way to take it for a while.

"Haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?" said Captain Konoha with a grim face and yelled at his men.

"Captain, there is no news yet. Konoha Ninja said with an embarrassed face.

Although the number of fog hidden ninjas who engage in sneak attacks and ambushes in various places is not large, they are extremely widely dispersed and quite hidden, which is a headache.

With a bang, the explosion was close at hand, the bunker was blown apart, and the thick fog opened, and the captain and his men jumped out in confusion.

"Damn!" the captain roared and rushed towards the enemy.

Behind him, the covering kunai shot out.

The waves of water swelled and roared towards the captain, who leaped to his feet and suddenly spat out a fierce hurricane that swept towards the enemy.

The waves rose again, turning into a water barrier and blocking the roaring hurricane.

"Damn!" the blow didn't work, and the captain took a reluctant sip.

As soon as he landed, his body had turned into a gust of wind, and he collided with the rushing mist and slammed into it, entangled with it.

Between the mountains and tombs, there are such figures of catching and killing each other everywhere.

No one noticed that in the vast twilight in the distance, a vague white figure appeared.

Soon, the figure came to the edge of the battlefield, and soon, someone noticed him.

It was the Konoha ninja who stayed in the trenches and was in charge of communication, and he was watching the movement of the battlefield with an anxious face, but when he saw the white figure, his anxiety turned into surprise.

At the man's nod in agreement, a strange sound blew out of his mouth, and it was very abrupt in the sound of fighting.

The fighting Konoha ninja immediately set aside his opponent and quickly ran to his own trench.

When they saw the white figure standing on the trench, their hurried pace gradually slowed down, and a heartfelt smile appeared on their scorched faces.

That kind of smile, as if seeing the light of salvation in the dark abyss.

The Konoha ninjas seemed to be a different person, not like they were in a battlefield where life and death were at the moment, and they returned to the trenches in an orderly manner.

"Thank you for your hard work, and then please leave it to me. ”

With respect on his face, Captain Konoha nodded without hesitation, "Please!"

The Konoha ninjas raised their heads and looked at the white-clothed boy standing on the bunker, as if they all had a feeling of unreality.

The evening breeze blew, the white-clothed hunting sounded, and the flames on the cuffs fluttered with the wind, as if they were alive.

When Konoha fell, the figure had already disappeared.

One of the Konoha ninjas was puzzled: "Captain, there are more than twenty enemies, is it really okay to hand them over to him?"

The captain turned around and smiled confidently: "Don't say that there are only twenty, even if there are two hundred in front, they are not his opponents!"

The Konoha ninja laughed, "It's too exaggerated, two hundred, right?"

The captain put away his smile and said in a deep voice: "I'm not joking, let's take a good look, the blood in the thick fog brings the desperate white-clothed boy, the battle of Uchiha Mingyu!"

Seeing the captain's solemn expression, the rookie ninja was skeptical, and looking around, the other Konoha ninjas were all looking ahead with full attention.

Uchiha Akiu, what kind of amazing person is he?

The rookie ninja, who only heard his name and didn't know who he was, also lay on the trench, raised his eyes intently, and looked forward.

At this glance, he saw the most shocking scene, the most gorgeous performance, and the most wonderful art in his life.

The art of killing!

The smoke and light are condensed, the twilight mountain is purple, the remnant sun is obliquely shining, and the grass is like weaving.

The young man in white walked slowly with his sword and walked leisurely, as if he was not walking on the battlefield of killing every step, not to kill, but to go on a spring outing, collecting wind and painting.

Among the mountains, his figure is so small, so small that it seems that he will be submerged by the long grass at any time, but his figure is so upright, and his gait is so comfortable, it seems that Mount Tai is pressed on the top, and the sea water is upside down, and it will not change a bit.

The whole field, the whole mountain, the whole heaven and earth, seemed to sound the sound of his feet, like the beat of a drum, beating in everyone's heart.

Even the wind seemed to dance to his rhythm.

In the field, the feet of the Fog Hidden Ninja seemed to be nailed to the ground, and they watched him walk in a daze.

Whether they know it or they don't know it, they are all afraid of an invisible coercion, a condensed momentum, and they dare not move, as if as long as they move slightly, they will be in a different place in the next second.

"Dao, what the hell is going on?" the Mist Ninja's lips trembled, and the hand holding the kunai trembled even more.

"Yes...... It's him!?"

"Who?"

"Uchiha, Mingyu!"

As soon as the name came out, everyone's eyes widened.

In the field, the young man in white was still walking slowly.

This gives them plenty of buffer time.

"What's the joke, what are you kidding! How can I, be so overwhelmed by the momentum that I can't move? I—"

Kunai stabbed his thigh, and the young face of the Mist Hidden Ninja was hideous and determined: "How can I be suppressed by a little ghost?"

The smell of blood made everyone sober up and see the current situation clearly.

It is impossible to escape, this piece has long been recaptured by Konoha, and the road back is full of Konoha ninjas.

Only fighting is the only way for them to survive!

At the moment of life and death, the fog hidden ninja was like a shark that smelled blood, his face was hideous, and his killing intent was awe-inspiring: "There are twenty-seven, and he is only one! What about Uchiha Mingyu? Everyone go together!"

In the roar, the Fog Hidden Ninja rushed forward with a resolute will, without hesitation.

In the twilight, on the empty and quiet field, it was like a pack of wolves rushing towards them, spreading their fangs and claws that flickered cold, threatening to tear the boy apart.

The enemy was like a wolf, and the boy was alone, seeing this scene, the rookie ninja couldn't help but sweat for him.

But soon, his eyes widened.

Because, the boy moved.

Under the dark sky, the white figure that jumped up, like lightning piercing the sky, was forever frozen in his eyes.